THE LUCAYA PROJECT 2016
by mooners
(bronze-and-blue on tumblr)

There are 230 words in my bowl of silliness, words that call on our favorite Blonde Beauty and her Huckleberry. Every morning (or most mornings, ha, will explain shortly), one will be picked out. For each of these words, a story will be written, in my handy dandy new daily planner. It will only fill the length of that page, except when the prompt calls for a story to run over more than one day. I will post them every morning, and I hope you enjoy them! Happy New Year!

[As each story will be so very short (200-ish words), they will be uploaded as chapters to this story, not individually, so all you have to do to follow this project is follow this story!]

[Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my feels.]

DAY ONE
JANUARY 1ST 2016

PROMPT: "Influence" [one day]

They saw it in little things, whether or not they would ever come to say it: maybe it was easier to show it. They showed it with attention, and knowledge. They showed it with looks, and smiles, and quiet. People change people. If that was the secret of life, then maybe they still had a lot to learn; it wasn't always about lessons taught in a classroom.

Sometimes it was all about a feeling. It grew, out of nothing, out of chaos and hopelessness, and it grew, and grew, until it was all over, touching every part of you. It manifested in the instants they saw one another, yes, but it did some of its best work when they were apart, and the memory of the other could mean the difference between sinking or rising.

And sometimes it was never so clear as wehn they stood facing each other, on the promise of sudden newness, a blank slate to fill as they chose. Maybe in secret hearts, a wish could be made, that this feeling be allowed to carry on, and keep growing, keeping holding them and changing them, into the New Year about to begin.

"It's one minute until midnight, and I'm glad you're standing here."

See you tomorrow! - mooners